Depending on how you look at it, today, right now is either Sunday Night still or Monday Morning. I am of the mind that when you go to sleep it is still the night and when you wake in the morning, it becomes the morning of the next day. So at 12:00AM it doesn't "really" mean the next day has started. Only technically.
Feb 24th just ended. Sort of. The reason I am being nitpicky is because Feb 24th is the anniversary of the day I quit drinking (or, really, drinking quit me). Feb 24th 2002. Now, I probably had a drink "technically" on Feb 24th 2002, but it would have been at no later than 1:00AM. So to my perspective the last drinking day I had was actually Feb 23rd 2002.
In any case, now that it is really Feb 25th I have definitely been sober for six years straight. It is the end of six straight years, and, optimistically, the start of the seventh. I think about the last six years (because my head has been clear enough to be able to do so) and really cannot believe where I was in 2002 compared to now. Gaining back my sanity (which was quite askew back in 2000 and 2001) is definitely the best part of not drinking, or, really, getting drunk.
At some point I will go into more detail about the whole saga, but for now, I want to pat myself on the back for making six years. That's good enough for me. I truly, at times, never thought I'd make it this far. I am not religious, nor a Bill W Fanatic, but I do appreciate that I should have died six years ago and that every stupid day I get after that has been one more than I deserved. So I am grateful for that.
Feb 24th just ended. Sort of. The reason I am being nitpicky is because Feb 24th is the anniversary of the day I quit drinking (or, really, drinking quit me). Feb 24th 2002. Now, I probably had a drink "technically" on Feb 24th 2002, but it would have been at no later than 1:00AM. So to my perspective the last drinking day I had was actually Feb 23rd 2002.
In any case, now that it is really Feb 25th I have definitely been sober for six years straight. It is the end of six straight years, and, optimistically, the start of the seventh. I think about the last six years (because my head has been clear enough to be able to do so) and really cannot believe where I was in 2002 compared to now. Gaining back my sanity (which was quite askew back in 2000 and 2001) is definitely the best part of not drinking, or, really, getting drunk.
At some point I will go into more detail about the whole saga, but for now, I want to pat myself on the back for making six years. That's good enough for me. I truly, at times, never thought I'd make it this far. I am not religious, nor a Bill W Fanatic, but I do appreciate that I should have died six years ago and that every stupid day I get after that has been one more than I deserved. So I am grateful for that.